Chapter 139 The Parasitic Mutant Species is because he became possessed by a demon and harmed the sect...

Ji Mingran stared blankly at the figure in front of him.

Three hundred years ago, the Dingsheng Sect encountered an unusual phenomenon that nearly led to the sect's annihilation. In such a perilous situation, the sect leader of the Nameless Sect, accompanied by his pregnant wife, went there and, following the celestial anomaly, gave birth to a son.

What is the connection between these things? Yu Mingting only briefly touched on this point in the memory images he projected, without providing a detailed explanation.

He recounted in more detail the process of raising Yu Tianxing. He told him that Yu Tianxing's upbringing was the result of years of planning by him and Pan Zhiruo. He could have easily defended himself or put on an act to continue deceiving himself and lessen his responsibility.

But he insisted on revealing the truth, telling Yu Tianxing the cruel truth in a straightforward manner.

Because of his existence, so many people died; he carried the weight of countless lives of his fellow disciples on his shoulders.

Yu Mingting observed Yu Tianxing's reaction with a smile on her lips. Pan Zhiruo looked on with reluctance but did not leave her Daoist partner's side. She only looked at her child with tears in her eyes.

Pointing his sword at the two men, the young man silently shed tears.

Ji Mingran lowered her eyes, unable to bear looking. She still couldn't understand why this couple would fool everyone.

The young disciples they adopted were overjoyed, thinking they had come to the sect and would start a new life, but instead they were bullied and embroiled in conflict.

Their carefully nurtured disciples, upon advancing to the Golden Core stage, glimpsed the secrets of heaven. They would die because of Yu Tianxing, yet they never knew why.

Song Heyi, Lin Wuqi, and Cui Mianyue believed they died in an internal sect struggle. Miao Miaowan and Mao Qingyun knew a little more, but only thought Yu Tianxing was the one who would overthrow the sect. Chu Rangyue discovered the strangeness of the premonition, but even at the moment of her death, she still did not know the real answer.

Now, she and Yu Tianxing have finally obtained the answer to the mystery.

Three hundred years ago, Yu Mingting and Pan Zhiruo foresaw the inevitable demise of spiritual cultivation. The certainty of death for spiritual cultivators would elicit different reactions from those who saw their fate—either submission or resistance. They, however, chose to amplify it. While submitting to destiny, they personally crafted the destroyers of the world.

They went to great lengths and mobilized a large force, stirring up chaos in the sect and among countless people, all to make Yu Tianxing the world-destroying figure foretold by heaven.

It made him despair, it made him resentful, it made him bear the burden of human lives, and it also made him strong enough.

Then, let him go and annihilate the entire spiritual cultivation sect with hatred in his heart.

They could have done it cleanly, abandoning Yu Tianxing and then tormenting him further through a life of wandering. But Pan Zhiruo felt a pang of remorse, so he was brought back to the sect and embarked on another, awkwardly destructive path that they had redesigned.

They fooled everyone for this. But no matter how hard Ji Mingran thought about it, he couldn't understand the couple's logic.

Moreover, Ji Mingran was greatly puzzled. Could everything they did really succeed? And were there really parents who tormented their children like this, or masters who tormented their disciples like this?

Ji Mingran carefully recalled her memories from both her past and present lives, and had never seen any humans behave in a similar way. The couple's actions were truly beyond her comprehension.

"How many innocent people are you going to harm?" Yu Tianxing asked in a hoarse voice, looking at his parents with despair.

"Why would you think that?" Yu Mingting said softly, "If you hadn't kowtowed those three times, we wouldn't have forced you back to the sect, and they wouldn't have died. According to my original plan, after you wandered in despair and fell into demonic possession, they would have become diviners in the team that captured you, so they wouldn't have had to lose their lives in advance."

Three kowtows... Yu Tianxing recalled his unwavering resolve back then, his eyes dimming.

His parents, in the name of cultivating him, carelessly abandoned him to wander the streets, picked up and raised one orphan after another, and then made them kill each other before finally killing him.

The fates of all his fellow disciples are not fates, nor is his fate.

He was merely a shell, a shell that fulfilled the mortal spiritual destiny they had glimpsed.

No wonder, no wonder he was the only one in the sect to learn the Gui Cang Heart Sutra. This was to prevent him from noticing something was wrong too early.

Do they care about his pain? No, they don't.

Do they care about his life? No, they don't.

Do they care about the lives and fates of all their disciples? They never do.

In their eyes, human life is nothing more than a pawn in the manipulation of fate. Having spent years gazing into the secrets of heaven, they have long since abandoned their understanding of what it means to be human.

Can ordinary people understand this kind of thinking? No, they can't. In the eyes of ordinary people, such people are crazy. It's just that they have lived in seclusion for many years, their words and actions are normal, and no one has noticed.

They are madmen; how can ordinary people understand the thoughts of madmen?

Ordinary people cannot understand the thoughts of madmen, and they should not try to understand them.

Yu Tianxing tilted his head back, covered his eyes with one hand, and laughed silently. Tears seeped through his fingers and streamed down his face.

Don't try to argue with a madman, don't try to debate with a madman. He kept telling himself this.

But he was so angry.

But he was so sad.

Yu Tianxing let out an uncontrollable sob.

These are his parents.

Ha! These are his parents.

A pair of madmen.

He used to be an orphan who always hoped his parents would come and take him away, but now he wishes he had always been an orphan.

At least, not all of his fellow disciples will die because of him.

Swallowing the metallic taste rising in his throat, Yu Tianxing's voice was low and hoarse as he sneered, "They killed me only to survive, so why should I hate them? If I have any hatred, it's only for you. You've really disappointed me."

"Tianxing, you're always in such a hurry." Yu Mingting's handsome and refined face held an inscrutable smile. "It's not over yet."

He took a step forward.

"A divine prophecy has been issued: spiritual cultivation is doomed!" Yu Mingting declared in a booming voice, as if proclaiming to the heavens. "I cannot change this fate. If this is the will of Heaven, then I will be the one who chooses to destroy the world!" His dark eyes revealed madness: "Tianxing, you are the one I have chosen!"

"You've already reached the Mahayana stage. If you hate me, then come and kill me!" Yu Mingting's eyes were filled with madness as he raised his arms high and spoke with fervor: "Killing me will bring you one step closer to the prophecy. The time has come! I've waited for this day for so long!"

"Quickly!" He appeared in front of Yu Tianxing in an instant, grabbed the blade of the black sword, and ignored the pain of the sharp blade cutting into his flesh as he approached step by step: "Kill me now!"

“Father, I hate you.” Yu Tianxing’s gaze fell on Yu Mingting’s hand, which was covered in blood, and then met his crazed eyes. “But I did not intend to kill you. I will send you to the Tenth Cultivator of your Dao Sect to receive the punishment you deserve.”

Yu Mingting grinned and said, "No, you should kill me."

Yu Tianxing's heart tightened at the chilling smile. How could his father, who had always admired the ethereal and serene demeanor of a hermit, suddenly become like this?

"Mother, Father is acting strangely. Quickly hide behind me." Yu Tianxing turned to the side, shielding Pan Zhiruo, who had come with him, behind him.

"Tianxing." The voice that rang out from behind was as gentle and pleasant as ever, but the force that followed was the opposite—powerful. With a strong push to his elbow, Yu Tianxing thrust his sword forward.

Yu Mingting was overjoyed and hurried to greet him.

"Mother!" Yu Tianxing's dark eyes trembled, and the tendons and bones in his wrists bulged as he forcefully resisted the force pushing his elbow.

He wanted to turn around and look at his mother behind him, but Yu Mingting, who was stabbed by a sword, approached him recklessly.

As the force pushing against his elbow continued to increase, Pan Zhiruo's voice was gentle and soft, as if sighing or murmuring to himself: "Such is fate."

“That’s right.” Crimson blood gushed from Yu Mingting’s neck, soaking his blue robes and dripping to the ground. His unfathomable brown eyes revealed an increasingly frenzied excitement: “It’s time!”

Yu Mingming's lips curled up, widening until they reached her ears.

Yu Tianxing's eyes turned cold as he stared at the person in front of him whose appearance had become distorted due to excessive excitement.

His gaping mouth revealed long, green teeth, and his fair skin tore and fell away from the corners of his mouth.

The monster, overwhelmed with excitement, could no longer suppress its presence; its skin tore open, revealing scarlet, bulging eyes and twisted, writhing flesh.

A cold sweat instantly soaked his back, and Yu Tianxing felt as if he had fallen straight into an icy valley.

This is not his father.

How could his father have turned into a monster?

When did he turn into a monster?

Or is all of this just an illusion?

"Quickly! Kill me!" the monster's voice was hoarse and shrill.

Yu Tianxing clenched his fist tightly, the fist trembling slightly from the force he exerted. The power that had propelled his elbow had not yet dissipated.

"Tianxing." The gentle voice from behind also changed, becoming sweet yet sinister: "It's time." She instantly reverted to her usual voice, sobbing, "Mother, I can't bear to see you suffer."

The young man couldn't retreat. Ji Mingran stared intently at the sudden change in the scene, his face grave.

No wonder these two people acted so illogically.

She recognized the strange behavior of the two men who were attacking Yu Tianxing from both sides, and the monster that was surging from Yu Mingting's face.

Parasitic variant.

The parasitic mutants erode silently, adept at targeting those with unstable minds, weak consciousness, and shallow humanity, gradually devouring them until they merge with them, becoming individuals with traces of the original's traits, and then completely replacing the original.

In the apocalypse of the previous life, many humans were unknowingly replaced by these mutated species, their consciousness and physical bodies completely eroded, leaving only an empty shell.

He went to a supermarket, only to find it full of imposters. Ji Mingran would never forget that.

She was utterly shocked.

Why would this spiritual practice have a variant?

When did they arrive at the spiritual retreat?

In a flash, the scene of the once-prosperous sect encountering strange phenomena three hundred years ago flashed through his mind. Could it be...?

Just then, a voice suddenly broke in.

"Here, he's right here!" It was Jiang Chaoxing's voice. "He's the one who's fallen into demonic possession, harming the sect, and now he's even trying to take the lives of his own parents. Ah! Master!" he screamed in agony.

She and Yu Tianxing turned around at the same time.

Another soft "plop" sounded in his ear, and the sword that had been inserted into Yu Mingting was pushed forward again. Pan Zhiruo appeared behind him at some point, and her soft white neck slashed across the blade.

Blood splattered.

She heard Pan Zhiruo whisper, "Child, your will is so firm, how much suffering will you have to endure in the future? Your mother truly doesn't want you to suffer."

With a soft sigh, Pan Zhiruo and Yu Mingting's bodies instantly turned to dust.

A large group of people surged in, with the leading cultivator standing at the front of the crowd, his expression grim.

Ji Mingran was surprised to find that it was an acquaintance.

Chongjue's voice boomed like a bell: "You beast, you have committed such a heinous act, why don't you surrender now!"